Status Report 141
It’s one of the bad days
and I gotta grin and wear it
for nothing else will do
I am a raggedy man
of mixed cloth with no discernible pattern
tacking against texture
Try to keep my Mr. Rogers face on
but here’s the Lizard King
licking with my lips
In creep of cold and winter darkness
if I meet myself coming in the alley
I turn right round and go
We seek the joy of well-lit windows
but it’s lay-away for later
no redemption ticket
– Smith, 12.17.2015
